The boys set the rules

"Ok. Action time." Brock placed his hands on the table. 'Action Time' were the key words you as a family used to set out a plan. If there were any objections, any one of you could speak out, "You help us drain our balls every day and I promise to be back home for dinner more. Carl too."

Carl raised his hand, "Adding to that. I think every day is unfair. How about any time we want? Keeping it flexible."

You raised your hand to add, "Back earlier on weekdays. You boys will have the weekend to yourselves except Sundays. All agreed?"

There was no notion of objection to that. You loved working things out like a family. Naturally, as a mother, you embrace it. This was how a functional family worked, which was so much better than the life you had before you married.

"Ok. Next thing. All of us know that the neighborhood thinks we're a weird family. We keep this arrangement from them unless one of us invites them into it. All agreed?" Brock continued, taking the lead like the assertive young man he was.

There was no objection to that. It was true. Ever since you arrived to live them with, you knew they had a strange reputation with the neighbors. Some of them liked them, but most stayed away. It was likely because they thought David was a nutcase, a thought that you did not appreciate.

"Question." You raised your hand, "How am I supposed to help you boys with your problem?"

"Well, its easy." Carl shifted in his seat, wiggling around his hip. You could see a little bulge forming in his pants, "You just do whatever we want or ask you to do. Roll with whatever we do. I promise you it'll be good. Just like what Dad did with you back in the day."

You remembered how adventurous you were with David. Everywhere you went, he excited you to no end with the touching and random spontaneous fucking. Even out in public, you were constantly wet to his attentions, eagerly waiting for him to take you again in horny anticipation. You dated for a long time, and even if the marriage was brief, he had never lost his touch with you. He turned you from a depressed young woman to a very happy lady in touch with her sexuality. You remembered you could not get enough of it. He made you into that, and now, your grown up boys were offering the same thing to you. You feel your panties getting wet and it took a bit of composure to seem calm.

"Alright. Sounds good to me. I'll be taking care of my boys real good starting today onwards." You happily grin at them. Their returning smiles were a welcome sight, not noticing the 'speaking stone' sparkling brilliantly once more.